The Poor Little Rich Girl

Gwendolyn:
Mother promised to see me, just one little minute to-day.

Her mother:
Mother is very busy to-day, dear. We'll try to have a little chat, to-morrow.

Gwendolyn:
Why do my to-morrows never come?

Gwendolyn:
A school-room of my own is too big and lonesome. When my birthday comes, I can ask for what I like and it's going to be the Public School.

Gwendolyn:
I don't want to be shut up, in that old car! I hate riding! I hate the chauffeur! I want to walk on my feet!

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Empty hearts. Empty lives. Empty homes. Poor little rich girl.

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So they punished the poor little rich girl, for wanting to be a free little poor girl.

Gwendolyn:
Now you've spoiled the best fight I ever had.

Gwendolyn:
It's my eleventh birthday. Be nice to me, Jane. I'm grown up. Won't you kiss me?

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The poor little rich girl's mother, whose social duties seem of more importance than the happiness of her child.